Hello! The squeal to: To Keep A Ponyboy! Right here. I hope everyone loves my creativity to this and please make note that this story will be a little different...
SUPER OVER-PROTECTIVE BROTHER STARTS HERE! SPANKING! (NO OOC, I'm sorry I just can' write a Darry/Ponyboy slash, This story is not slash)
Kylelover101: *laughing and rolling around the floor while she is trying to type on her lap-top but can't stope*
Ponyboy: *walks into the room, not happy*
Kylelover101: Hey, Hey Ponyboy, stay amythist! *Cracks up laughing*
Ponyboy: Fuck you.
EVERYONE! i HAVE A NEW BETA READER! AlexisLe97 cannot be with us for a while so May I introduce you: writer3098 who will be my Beta reader for the rest of this story.
Greasers: *all the greasers clap and clap rapidly*
Now, on with the story
By: Kylelover101 and Writer3098
Ponyboy's POV
I tried sitting on my bed but a stinging sensation went across my lower region. I winced in pain and stood right back up. How in the hell was I going to sit in a desk at school? I can't stand up during call, I'll look retarded and It'll make kids (mostly Socs) stare at me. I tried belly-flopping on to my bed it worked but It still was a pain in the ass (literatly).
I put a dresser in front of my door so Darry couldn't get in. I also Ajared the door so it wouldn't open I smiled on my thought process it took me a while to think on how to to it but I managed. I decided that maybe I should tell Sodapop was Darry did to me, but then again, last year he didn't do anything about it. So that was out of the question.
I sighed maybe it was best if I stayed in my room for the rest of the night and that's what I did.
I woke up before anyone else was up, and I left the house at about six thirty. I didn't want to be here anymore. Plus I could lie to Darry telling him I had an early Track practice today. I started walking out of the house and on my way to school when I saw the gym doors already open I smiled, Maybe the coach is here. He was along with some Socs. I grumbled at the thought of having to spend more time with these assholes. I was commanded over there by the coach and he had some great news. I would be the first runner Meaning I could give my team a head start, seeing I was the fastest runner on the team the coach has had in years.
Well, that was good and bad, Good that I was put first, bad becuase some Socs were glaring at me.
Oh. Shit.
I tried to avoid the guys on my track tema but they followed me threw out the entire day. It was really horrible and...disturbing. It wasn't until after school, you know when the teachers arn't there and it's mostly students... And if teachers are there, they don't give a crap abouit fights well, that's what happened to me-
SLAM!
I was pushed into some lockers and held there by the coller of my shirt.
"You think your tuff, Greaser?" The Soc yelled at me.
I didn't answer it's best to keep my mouth shut.
"Let's make ya' talk then, huh? How about we cut some of that long greasy hair off?" I saw one flick out a switch blade and they cut my ahir! It hurt but my hair! My long, tuff hair! They cut it so uneavenly. It looked horrible then they were done. (Of course they kicked me a few times in the gut and head, before leaving me there)
I ran home that Day. It was horrible.
I ran into the house and into the bathroom. My hair...my tuff, tuff hair.
I started crying, I felt like a girl for doing this but I was jumped and no one came! I had to have my hair cut off too! I felt like crap.
"Ponyboy?" It was darry. I'm still pissed off at him. So I didn't answer.
"Ponyboy? That's you right?"
"Go away!" I screamed.
"What happened?"
"None of your damn business!" I shouldn't of screamed that becuase then Darry punched a hold in the wooden door and lightly clicked open the lock and opened the door.
"Ponyboy...what happened?" His anger turned to compation.
"Go away!" I cried.
"You playing barber shop, like you did when you were three?" He smiled.
"Get out!" I cried.
"Ponyboy...why is your face black and blue?" He asked. "Are you hurt? Did you get jumped?"
"I hate you! Leave!" I cried.
Darry wasn't gonna' leave. He moved closer to me and that's the last thing I want is someone getting closer to me right after I got jumped.
"Go away!" I cried heven harder, trying to block out tears.
"Ponyboy...did they do this?" He asked. He put some strands of what was left of my hair in his hands. "Oh, Ponyboy, it'll be alright, how about you let me even it out, huh? What do ya' say?" He smiled. "I can't make it go longer, but it'll look more appealing." He said.
"No!" I said. Darry cocked an eyebrow.
"Go away..." I said. In a pleading voice.
"No." He said. "I'm not leaving, until you tell me what happened and I help you patch you up." He smiled and "nosey-nosed" me on the nose. (meaning he rubed his nose against mine. We used to do that a lot when we were little, but I guess we stopped when we realized it was retarded or somthing)
So, without putting up a fight with Darry I let him even our my hair (Darry and Sissors, If I even try to swirve away from him, I know there will be blood) I let him put an ice pack to my face and bandage my ribs up, but that's all we could do. There wasn't anything serious.
"What ya' doing home from work so early?" I asked.
"got a promotion...I'm the manager!" Darry smiled.
"Great" I smiled back.
"I'll be bringing in more money, Ponyboy. That means the Social workkers won't show up as much and I can afford us some new clothes and supplies. Also, that means more money going to your collage fund."
"Collage fund?" I asked.
Darry blushed and went back to cleaning some dishes.
"Darry...what are you talking about?"
"Nothing, not be quiet."
Collage fund? What the hell for!
Reviews please ...there will be spanking in the next chapter, just to warn you ahead of time
:3
-Kylelover101
